He had never taught her this. Since she hadn’t had time to be with other men after he brought her to his bedroom, it could only mean she had practiced on her own to satisfy him. 

 Ah, what should he do with this precious rabbit. 

 The moment he thought this, the urge to ej*culate rose up. At the end of rough thrusting, his s*men mixed with the water pooled inside her v*gina. Though he couldn’t see directly, he could vividly imagine the whitish fluid leaking from the gaps where his c*ck was inserted. 

 Celian was taking heavy breaths with her head resting on his shoulder. Soon she moved her lips to leave a kiss on his Adam’s apple. The movement of her lips, which he thought would lightly touch and leave, was quite intense. 

 He got drunk on the sensation of her tongue licking each fold of his neck. The natural next step was an er*ction. 

 Celian smiled faintly. 

 “You’re hard.” 

 It was vulgar. Just vulgar enough to be appropriate for a n*ked man and woman sticking together in a forest lake. 

 Breathing heavily, Izer pulled her up onto the rock. 

 The rock that countless newlywed couples had used was flat. And hard. Both her hand restrained by him and her back twisting against the rock would bruise. 

 It was exactly what he needed right now. To remain not as the savior who rescued her from the wolf, but as the demon who violated her under the n*ked sky. 

 He oppressed her twisting body. He toyed with her ungraspable br*asts as roughly as possible. But seeing her visibly getting excited was maddening. 

 It was strange. Today’s Celian Berienne was different from usual. His brain felt like it would melt at how she acted as if she truly wanted him. 

 “Ah, Izer……” 

 That sound brought Izer to his senses. The man raised his head and growled. 

 “What are you thinking, Celian Berienne.” 

 “Heunh.” 

 “Are you trying to act cute because you’re grateful I saved your life? Like giving alms to a beggar?” 

 This too is part of your pity. Izer grabbed his stiff c*ck and panted. You’re giving alms of affection to me. I’ll admit it, it doesn’t feel bad. 

 Actually it’s quite nice. Show me more pretty acts. 

 “If you’re going to act coy, do it properly. Say things like you like me, you love me, you only thought of me. Nothing makes an aroused man crazier than words like that.” 

 “Ah!” 

 “They don’t have to be sincere words. Anyone who’s been to school has enough intelligence to filter a woman’s words.”

Even as he spoke, he was confused about who he was talking to. Was it a desperate wish to hear affectionate sentences from those lips, even if forced, or was it a clingy plea for her to understand that his harsh words weren’t sincere? 

 Whether it was expectation or worry didn’t matter. His ‘imagination’ was simply in vain. No matter how much he embraced, drove into, and thrust into her, she seemed to have no intention of responding with anything but moans mixed with nasal sounds. 

 His stiff c*ck spread apart the unclosed gap of her p*ssy. Rough breaths scattered by Celian’s ear. 

 “Relax, Lian.” 

 “Ugh……” 

 Izer grabbed her hair. As if conveying the childish sense of fulfillment that he could control this woman at will. 

 Any man would be the same. Those vulgar creatures who determine superiority by their c*ck size, those who cry and laugh at the reactions of ladies writhing with each thrust of their hips. 

 He felt her hand pulling from behind his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist no less firmly than her arms. 

 Izer exhaled. The notion that he could handle this woman was an enormous delusion. He was the one losing his reason and being led along by a single plea to hold her. Was it due to long habit, or the result of grown desire…… 

 “Ahng……!” 

 The female body lying on the rock trembled finely. 

 He shook his hips violently. Squelching sounds from above and thumping from below. Pinning down her struggling hands so she couldn’t move was to deny her even a shred of freedom. 

 He violated this woman passionately enough that if someone saw, they might widen their eyes wondering if this was a male god descended to the human realm raping a human woman. 

 Every time Celian sees the bruises on her, she’ll remember how he pounced on her like a beast. 

 Izer added to the thought. It seemed good that wounds would remain on his body too. Then this kind woman would worry about him, pity him, sympathize with him, and stay…… 

 He felt thirsty. No matter how many times he ej*culated, the thirst wasn’t quenched. Each time he bit and sucked her tongue it got a bit better, but when he let go, he felt like he would die of thirst again. His knees that had countless times hit the rock forgot their pain, and he only craved her breath. 

 He raised his head after ej*culating while still desperately seeking her breath. The blood beading on his lips had spread reddishly around her mouth too. As soon as their eyes met, Celian pulled his neck down again. She attacked, gasping and doing her best to take his breath away. 

 Feeling like she might really lose her breath at this rate, he forcefully pulled his face away. Her face brightly lit by moonlight was beautiful enough to seem bewitching. 

 As if she was the thirsty one, her small hands already grabbed and pulled at his black hair. 

 Izer stopped his head precisely in front of her face. Below sky-blue eyes that seemed to have lost their soul yet sparkled too brightly from containing stars, her bitten and sucked lips were swollen. 

 The suppressed question came out. 

 “Who exactly are you?” 

 “I’m…… me.” 

 “You’re not Celian Berienne. There’s no way you would act like this with me.” 

 She always sparkled. She shone so brightly he didn’t dare even look at her. That was why pure affection couldn’t even be a candidate for the reason she remained by his side. 

 He had become so ugly, yet she was still dazzling. 

 “Tell me honestly, why are you doing this to me?” 

 She should have hated him. Especially considering the trash-like things he had done. Izer Chesterfield who ordered her to undress, Izer Chesterfield who was only satisfied when she cried, Izer Chesterfield who wanted to thrust into all this woman’s holes, that was who he was. 

 So she shouldn’t want him. Just as an angel cannot love a human who had fallen to hell, Celian Berienne cannot love Izer Chesterfield. A proposition so obvious he hadn’t even thought deeply about it clawed at his heart. 

 Celian reached out to stroke his hair. 

 “Why shouldn’t I do this?” 

 “……” 

 “This isn’t Humingham or your mansion. There’s no one else here except us.” 

 The man’s breathing quickened. There was ringing in his water-filled ears. Sensing the unusual atmosphere, an owl flew away and disappeared, and even the frogs searching for mates held their breath. 

 A tearful voice soaked into him. 

 “I want to be honest, just for one night.” 

 The female body lying on the rock was roughly lifted. With a gasp, she was pulled up and while rubbing his stiffly er*ect c*ck against her waist, he swallowed the numerous questions lingering in his mouth. 

 Celian Berienne, can you forgive me? Can you accept everything I’ve done until now? 

 Not because you pity me, but because you…… like me a little…… is that why you stayed by my side? 

 Are you saying it’s okay for someone like me to dare desire you? 

 The woman buried her face in his shoulder. 

 “Hold me.” 

 Her words were always commands to him. 

 Still, their hierarchical relationship remained the same. 

 ***

 ‘Hnng, Izer, more…… touch me more.’ 

 It seemed like he had a very sweet dream. Izer tossed and turned with his eyes closed. He didn’t want to wake up. The voice of the woman craving him was so vivid in his ears, he didn’t want to escape from the dream where those same words repeated. 

 “……” 

 His eyes flew open. The jacket fell with a thud from atop the man’s body as he hurriedly sat up. 

 Along with the unfamiliar sight that entered his vision, the previous night’s events came back like fragments. It wasn’t a dream. Celian Berienne had craved him. His queen had planted her flag in the newly built kingdom. 

 And disappeared. Izer frantically jumped out of bed. 

 “Lian!” 

 Only his clothes and weapons were arranged. There was no trace of the woman anywhere. He opened the window and looked out at the lake they had flooded. She wasn’t there. 

 He flung open the cabin door. 

 “Celian!” 

 He had dreamed of her abandoning him countless times. It was a new nightmare that began after acknowledging his love for her. With her pretty face she would brightly spill the truth saying what right does someone like you have to love me, then leave. 

 As long as she didn’t find out, there was no possibility of that dream becoming reality. A conclusion of abandonment couldn’t exist without assumptions about feelings. But he had been found out. He had taken one step closer to the dream. 

 She wasn’t in front of the cabin door either. Behind him as he gasped for breath, a sweet call was heard. 

 “Young Duke?” 

 Water dripped from the mouth of the canteen. Encountering the n*ked man standing with his menacing c*ck er*ect under the dim dawn sky, Celian made a troubled expression. 

 “You should put on clothes. We might run into people……” 

 The canteen rolled on the ground. His throbbing c*ck thrust right into her under her dust-covered skirt. As he lifted her up and headed into the cabin, Celian exhaled deeply. 

 His movements craving her struck frighteningly. As if punishing the woman who left her spot without his permission, his thrusting movements were rough. 

 Where did you go, I looked for you, thought you were gone, thought you left, thought I was alone again. 

 Amidst her whole body shaking uncontrollably, one sentence pierced clearly. 

 I can’t be without you now. 

 ……Ah. 

 In this world, need is more frightening than affection. Izer Chesterfield came to need Celian Berienne. 

 People call that emotion love.